Warnings: I support the Germany = HRE stuff, GerIta, Yaoi, Fluffy cuteness, Country Names, A few choice words from Romano, and advice from France...what could possibly go wrong?

Enjoy!

Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz.


Italy stared off with a blank expression at the object he had just found. He was secretly cleaning Germany's attic up a bit as an early Christmas surprise, but stopped as soon as he noticed a few things in a corner. A painting, an old black hat, and a push broom. They all seemed so familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Ve~?", he mumbled to himself, "Is that...!" His amber eyes widened as the realization hit him. The painting was one of him when he was little. And the push broom...the last thing he gave Holy Rome. Then his gaze shifted to the hat. Tears filled his eyes at the sight of the battered old piece of cloth.

It was Holy Rome's hat.

"H-how did...I don't...", he stuttered to himself before turning and running out the door, only to run straight into Germany. Tear-stricken eyes widened when they met a familiar blue, and everything seemed to click into place in the Italian's mind. "H-holy Rome...", he choked out quietly.

Germany was staring at him, confusion and concern replaced his usually stern expression. "Italy? Why were you in here...and why are you crying?", the tall blonde asked while pulling a small handkerchief out of his pocket and handing it to the trembling nation.

Italy didn't accept the gesture, instead turning and running away from the German, who watched with even more confusion.


"Fratello! I'm so...confused...", Italy said in between sobs, crying on his annoyed brother's shoulder. Romano, for once, stayed silent. He remembered how much that Holy Roman bastard had meant to his little brother. 'Damn potato bastard', he thought angrily, 'this is all your fault. You just HAD to go and disappear for a few hundred years and break Veneciano's stupid little heart. Fan-fucking-tastic.'

"Quit crying already! You're getting your stupid cry-baby tears all over me!", he eventually yelled when he couldn't stand it any more "JUST GO TELL THAT DAMN BASTARD HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT HIM AND GET IT FUCKING OVER WITH ALREADY!"

Italy sniffled and cried out, "But how? I don't even know what to say, big brother! And please stop yelling at me, I can't take it! I want to go tell him, but I don't know how he would react! What am I going to do!?"

Romano just shrugged and said, "I dunno, give the bastard a potato. That should make him happy." However, once he saw the odd seriousness in his younger brother's eyes, he sighed heavily. "Look, I'm not good with this shit, go ask that wine bastard or something, maybe he can help...just call him though, I don't want you anywhere near that perverted old jerk hole. I swear, he's worse than fucking Spain."

Italy instantly perked up with a smile and ran for the phone, "Ve~! Thanks fratello!"

The phone rang twice before a familiar voice answered in a smooth French accent, "Hallo? This is France speaking."

Romano muttered something about pervy French bastards before leaving the room so his little brother could talk.

"Ve~! France, I need your help!", Italy cried into the phone, "I love Doitsu, but I don't know how to tell him! I found all this stuff in his attic and it was all Holy Rome's stuff, and then I saw him and it all clicked, and Oh, I love him, but I'm scared and I don't know what to do!"

On the other end of the call, France was now beginning to regain his hearing after the outburst, then he processed the information he was given. A smile spread across his face as he though, as l'amour was one of his favourite subjects. Right next to sex. "Oh, Italy.", he began, "The best way is to simply tell him how you feel. Let Germany know you care, then try to jog his memory about the past. It will all work out mon ami, trust in big brother France!"

Italy perked up and shouted, "Yeah! And I know just how to do it too! Thanks France!" Then he hung up as he realized France had dropped the phone and was saying something about love to a random female.


Italy nervously walked up to where Germany was standing in his office. He was looking out the window, and though he would never admit it, he was worrying about a certain crying Italian.

Bracing himself, Italy stepped inside and shut the door. He was careful not to make a sound before he began to sweep. The old push broom having a familiar weight to it as he cleaned the floor up. His green and white dress swayed as he moved, and his old bandanna was tied around his head again.

Hearing the noise, Germany turned around to see what could cause it, but he froze the minute he say the happy Italian. A similar memory seemed to come to his mind, but he couldn't place it. Slowly, he approached Italy and tugged on the dress's bow. He was greeted with a smile from Italy, who's eyes seemed to be hiding a secret.

"Holy Rome...", Italy whispered quietly, dropping the broom and putting his arms around Germany's neck, "You came back..." A small tear found its way down the Italian's cheek before he leaned forwards, kissing his love gently on the lips.

Shock, confusion, and a strange feeling of deja vou filled Germany's head. However, it all made sense when a particular memory of a goodbye kiss came into his thoughts. Slowly, he pulled Italy closer, wrapping strong arms around his small frame. Overjoyed, Italy smiled happily and even more tears flowed down his cheeks.

Parting, the two stayed close, not daring to move until they heard someone huff from the doorway. "Vell it's about time you two figured it out. Honestly, I was ready to just tell you myself but I'm far too sophisticated to get caught up in all this.", Austria said haughtily, while Hungary awwed and snapped pictures from behind him. "That was soooooooo cute!", she squealed excitedly.

Germany face palmed and took Italy's hand, "Come on, let's go somewhere where we won't be followed around by people like this."

Italy just smiled and jumped up into a surprised German's arms, "Ve~! Germany! I love you!"

"I love you too Italy", he said sweetly before another squeal from Hungary ruined the moment, "But I still say we should go somewhere else."


Here is a late #9.

10 and 11 are on the way! X3 just in time for Christmas!

12 will be the finale and it will be posted tomorrow on Christmas day! It will be a super special one too! XD